Smoke
Baby
You came to me
Last night
Remember?
You undressed yourself
I didn't know if you were giving me an order
Once in a while, we had a smoke and you kept
Blowing it all over my warm self
I didn't say a word for once
Grabbing the sheets with my left hand
And your cheek with the other
The eyes the mouths wide open
The lips the tongue have spoken
I spent the night on the edge of the moment
Was begging for your prayers not to be heard
And your bracelets ringing
Pagan dances and ashes
Lighting the room
All of a sudden it solemnly came in
Who could ever fight it?
I've never been the ascetic kind of guy
Hand me a bottle I'll drink it
Promptly
Bare battlefield
War scenes
Uncovered
I was on my knees
Silently watching any thought that was incoming
Stared at the screen and wondered what might be the
Reason for all this distant bustle
I had to climb the hill again
But could not escape contemplation
And the sky was grey and dry
Your open arms were hiding
The low and heavy ceiling
I spent the night on the edge of the moment
Was begging for your prayers not to be heard
And your bracelets ringing
Pagan dances and ashes
Lighting the room
All of a sudden it solemnly came in
Who could ever fight it?
She'll never be the puritan kind of girl
Hand her a bottle she'll drink it
And the internet is full of cheap replicas
I keep swiping blindly in search of the same and different
Am I the chaser or is it chasing me?
Each new tab leads to another one
Desire is a promise that is never kept, my friend
You came to me
Last night
Remember?
You undressed yourself
I didn't know if you were giving me an order
Once in a while, we had a smoke and you kept
Blowing it all over my warm self
I didn't say a word for once
Grabbing the sheets with my left hand
And your cheek with the other
The eyes the mouths wide open
The lips the tongue have spoken
I spent the night on the edge of the moment
Was begging for your prayers not to be heard
And your bracelets ringing
Pagan dances and ashes
Lighting the room
All of a sudden it solemnly came in
Who could ever fight it?
I've never been the ascetic kind of guy
Hand me a bottle I'll drink it
Promptly
Bare battlefield
War scenes
Uncovered
I was on my knees
Silently watching any thought that was incoming
Stared at the screen and wondered what might be the
Reason for all this distant bustle
I had to climb the hill again
But could not escape contemplation
And the sky was grey and dry
Your open arms were hiding
The low and heavy ceiling
I spent the night on the edge of the moment
Was begging for your prayers not to be heard
And your bracelets ringing
Pagan dances and ashes
Lighting the room
All of a sudden it solemnly came in
Who could ever fight it?
She'll never be the puritan kind of girl
Hand her a bottle she'll drink it
And the internet is full of cheap replicas
I keep swiping blindly in search of the same and different
Am I the chaser or is it chasing me?
Each new tab leads to another one
Desire is a promise that is never kept, my friend
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Davila, Jean Delterme
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